The gentleman is open and upright.
As long as I'm not awkward, the awkward ones are others.
Under the moon, Lu Bei leisurely walks his eagle without embarrassment, and the woman across from him doesn't feel uncomfortable either. She sees the eagle as a bug, her eyes sparkling with a cold light.
She stretches out her fiery wings, her figure alternates between illusion and reality, and she suddenly launches a claw attack.
The tips of her fingers glow with golden light, wrapped in scorching red waves, ripping through the void and producing a throbbing vibration.
The attack is extremely swift.
Lu Bei's eyes slightly narrow, his speed equally swift.
Bang!!!
Fist and claw collide, producing a metallic reverberation. White light sprays out flames, energy ripples explode, and the surroundings are churned into formless chaos.
There are advantages to size.
The woman's size isn't for show; with a firm grip, she holds onto Lu Bei's fist.
